Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
10cc,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.